𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

she/they - 🤍🩶🖤💜🏳️‍🌈- kinda me just venting on here about mostly real events but with the occasional piece of fiction. if any of yall need to yap or rant, im always here just comment or do the message thing! hope yall enjoy!

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𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

212

Writings

Followers

Following

save me

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

please

someone help me

save me from

the plane at the end

of this runway

save me from

the looks my dad gave me

when he realized what i’d done

save me from

my brothers alien stares

save me from the right space

the people

the cold

the tears

the blood

the forced smiles

and yelling

save me from

this family that won’t let me go

save me from

sobbing in the back seat

save me from

trying to hide

save me f...

Poetry

untitled

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

i don’t know how to

feel about anything yet,

just these words and thoughts...

Poetry

his song

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

listening to his

song i only hear

you, no lyrics,

it’s just me and

that guitar and you

within my mind,

“the lyrics are the best

part” he said

but how can i listen

when i hear

your laugh in each

chord and

your smile with each

pitch,

i can’t focus when

that song is

on because

you’re always there,

but every replay

becomes another heartache

because i miss your

laugh and smile,

because the love

you fe...

Poetry

i didn’t mean to

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

i didn’t mean

to hurt myself,

i was panicked,

rocking back and forth,

and then

nails found skin

and started tearing.

it’s angry red,

and i couldn’t stop,

‘til a bandage

prevented it,

and when she asked

what happened,

the tears came fast,

because i didn’t mean

to hurt myself...

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ace

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

i thought

the nausea was

how love was

supposed to feel,

because when i told you

i had to go

take a shower,

you’d say “bring me

too” and

my gag reflex

went off,

i thought that’s

what was

supposed to happen.

it turns out

that’s just me,

because i never want

to be touched

or kissed or anything

in any way, no

matter who it is,

and i don’t

want to see women

like that because

i am no creep,

so what do ...

Poetry

wrapped up

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

i can count

my days left

on my fingers,

and then i’m

gone,

a new world,

people speak of it:

new schedules

new curriculums

new teachers

new halls

new bus route

and new tears that

spring from my eyes

because a best friend

leaves and

my time here

is limited,

everyone

wrapping everything

and i don’t want

that bow

to go on...

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oh great poets

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

why does pain

glimmer behind my eyes?

why does love

escape my every thought?

why can’t the poems

of those from long ago

offer me advice:

tranquility in words?

why can’t i find a way

to make my brain

go silent, the way

it’s described in books?

great poets of

the past,

aid me in life

and every thought,

show me a way

in which to live my life

outside the sight

of the men who wish

to harm me,

to live ...

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none of your concern

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

hello to

my dearest friend,

i have questions to ask of

you and you’ll probably

laugh it off

but i want a real answer,

my friend,

so please give me

one truth:

why do you care

about what i say

or do?

i mean,

when i mention my

mascara, you

scrunch up your

nose as if

it were a rotting carcass in the

middle of the highway-

i mean, i don’t

think it concerns you

in any way at all,

and you say

it doesn’t...

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assumptions

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

why do you

doubt me?

when i say i

can play football

like a champ, you

give me a skeptical look.

is it because i have

the body of a girl,

because i have more curves

than muscle?

and why

won’t you respect me?

you assume i want

physical romance

and that i look

at other girls for

pleasure,

but i don’t and

you seem skeptical

about that too,

and you don’t use

my pronouns,

it’s she/they

not she/her.

w...

Poetry

the odd

𝔪𝔢𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫

1 min read

comic-con

proved to be

odd,

as always, but

it makes me sick to

see the art of

nude women with

tape over

their body to make them

“decent”

it makes me sick to see,

thirst traps of people

completely out in

the open,

what i find even more

sick is seeing signs

for pictures of

a vendor’s own

body, available on request

for 15 dollars.

don’t they know,

children go there too?

the oddities that i’ve seen...

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